Although it was pretty shocking to see Li Jing's rooftop smashed through last night, Feng Xue still felt a bit unnerved when she saw a child under 1.2 meters tall blocking her doorstep with a clearly freshly made urn.
"It's cremated already? That shouldn't be right! Even though Li Jing didn't become an Immortal, he shouldn't have just died like this, should he?"
Feng Xue eyed the carved wooden urn and smirked, thinking that the wood wasn't even dry when they made it into a box—it was definitely going to get moldy!
Without a second thought, she tossed aside the salt she was holding and was about to say something when Nezha suddenly crashed onto her collarbone, crying out loudly,
"Mo Ju! Mo Ju ah! Little Wood, Little Wood was pinched to death by my father ahhh!"
"Uh..." Feng Xue grinned reluctantly. She knew that Little Wood had died, but isn't crafting a wooden coffin for a wooden man a bit too much like performance art?
